Hi! I'm Wisterian Princess (if you didn't already know). I started writing this story a while ago (like almost a year long ago) so it may not be as good as some of my other things. Not to mention the fact that there are probably thousands of cheesy boarding school TMI/TDI crossovers, but naturally, I had to write it :P

I only have a few chapters written for this, so I'll keep writing, but I need your help (a.k.a: Requests)!

Anyway, I know I talk too much :P

I hope you enjoy the story!

"No, Valentine!" Jocelyn shouted into the phone. "No, you need to see some sense! I'm not sending my daughter to boarding school!"

Luke raised his eyebrows at this. Was Jocelyn's ex-husband trying to send Clary to... Boarding school?

"Oh, you don't get to say that! You haven't been here for Clary, for anything! Why would you suddenly get a say now?" Jocelyn paced the living room, cell phone pressed to her ear.

Luke was patiently awaiting her return to his side on the couch. He was glad Clary wasn't here to hear that Valentine was trying to make her go to a boarding school. He only saw Clary every few years.

Jocelyn stopped pacing and seemed to calm a great deal. "... You do have a point," she said quietly, biting her fingernail.

Luke sat up straighter and frowned.

"Alright, I'll call you back once I've talked to her. Bye." She hung up and looked at Luke.

"What did Valentine have to say?"

Jocelyn sat next to him and set her phone on the coffee table. "Valentine wants to send Clary to the boarding school Jonathan is going to."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"A better education and a chance to get into a better college. She will also be with her brother."

Luke frowned. "You aren't considering this, are you?"

Jocelyn looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. "He said he'd pay for it."

Luke blinked. "You're gonna send our daughter to boarding school?"

The corner of Jocelyn's mouth curled upwards. She'd said before that she liked it when Luke referred to Clary as their daughter rather than just hers.

"And isn't the boarding school that Jonathan goes to in England?"

Jocelyn bit her bottom lip. "Yes. But think of how much better off Clary would be-"

The front door lock clicked and Clary walked in. "Hey," she said. She dropped her backpack next to the door, walked over and kissed both of them on the cheek. She seemed to notice their expressions and crossed her arms. "What's going on with you two?"

"Are you all packed, Tessa?"

Tessa turned to see her mother in her bedroom doorway. "Just about."

Elizabeth strowed into the room and smiled at her fondly. "You don't have to do this, you know."

Tessa took a deep breath. "I want to. I can be closer to Nate. And I don't have any friends here, anyway..."

Elizabeth sat beside her on her queen sized bed. "A fresh start. That's what you want."

Tessa nodded. "And Nate."

Elizabeth nodded understandingly. "You miss him." It wasn't a question.

Tessa nodded. "I'm positive. This is what I want."

"Now boarding flight ninety five to London. Flight ninety five to London," said the intercom. Tessa took and deep breath and looked at her parents. "That's me."

Elizabeth sniffed and pulled Tessa into her arms. "Good luck, Theresa."

"Thanks, Mom." She turned to her father. "Bye, Dad."

Richard gave her a kind smile, and embraced her. "Have a good time, Tessa."

Tessa stared at one of the airport lights to keep herself from crying. She hated it when people saw her cry. She let go of her father, and walked towards her new life.

Tessa sat in the aisle seat next to a redheaded girl with freckles. She nodded at her and dug into her carry on for her kindle.

Clary fell asleep on the seven hour flight from Manhattan to London. A stewardess had woken her and told them they'd arrived.

Clary hated airports. They were so chaotic. Dozens of people bustled about, suitcases rolling behind them, talking on the phone, walking through the metal detector...

"I'd recognize that orange hair anywhere."

Clary turned to see Jonathan. "My hair isn't orange." She scowled.

Jonathan smirked. "Come along, sis, I have to give you a ride. Father's orders."

Clary took a deep breath. She generally disliked Jonathan. She only saw him every three years or so, and he was always either cold or teasing- and not in a good way. "How... generous of you, Jonathan."

Jonathan turned and started walking. Clary followed him, her over sized suitcase rolling behind.

They walked out of the airport and Clary paused, marveling at the scenery.

"Clarissa, I don't have all day. Are you coming or not?"

Clary begrudgingly followed him to a car that was illegally parked. It was small and silver and facing the left. Clary walked around the car and opened the passenger door- and paused. It wasn't the passenger side, but the driver's side.

"Planning on driving?" Asked Jonathan in a mocking tone.

Clary would've scowled if she hadn't been so confused. "... What is..."

"Were you unaware that cars drive on the opposite side in England?" He asked as if he were asking 'were you unaware that one plus one is two?'

Clary walked around to the other side and got in. Jonathan put her bags in for her and got into the driver's seat. He seemed perfectly comfortable- of course he would be; he grew up in England.

He turned the key in the ignition and pulled out.

"Hey, wake up, Clarissa. Wake up, you're drooling on my upholstery."

Clary's eyes fluttered open. She'd fallen asleep on the way there. Jet lag, she thought.

Jonathan stood outside the open passenger door- disorientingly on the left- his arms crossed.

Clary's hand went to her mouth to wipe away the drool, but there was none. She glared at him. "I am not."

He rolled his eyes. "We're here. You can get out now."

Clary tried to get up, but something restrained her. She looked down and realized her seat belt was still buckled.

Jonathan scoffed and shook his head to himself, turning away from her impatiently.

Clary unbuckled it and got out. She walked over to the open trunk and pulled out her bags.

Jonathan closed up his car, and walked through the large garage, lined with cars. They entered an elevator and Jonathan punched the 'G' button. The doors closed.

"Good luck fitting in here," Jonathan said coldly. "The people here come from families of wealth, and importance. You're from a dingy apartment and come from nothing."

Clary glared at him. "There's no shame in living middle class. Not everyone can afford a castle as a home," she spat.

"Indeed," said Jonathan, looking forwards as the doors opened, "not everyone can."

Tessa stepped out of the taxi and looked at the tall castle-looking building that was her new home. A grin stretched across her face when she saw her brother coming down the front gates.

"Nate!" Tessa ran towards him at full speed, and he ran towards her. Tessa crashed into his chest and her arms wrapped around him.

He returned her embrace and laughed. "Tessie."

"It's so good to see you, Nate."

Nate pulled back and looked at her. "You look older," he said, "less like a girl and more like a woman."

Tessa laughed.

"Miss?" Said the cab driver- he had an English accent. "Your bags."

"Of course." Tessa walked back to him. He held out her carry on and she took it. "Thank you."

Nate took her other bags. He pulled out a handful of money from his pocket and handed it to the cab driver. "Thank you."

"This is it," said Nate, "your dorm. I looked into it; your roommate's name is Sophia Collins."

Tessa looked at the white door before her. She put the key into the lock and turned it.

The room was small; a lot smaller than her room in New York, but it wasn't bad. There were two loft beds, one at each corner of the room. The twin sized bed would take some getting used to, though. There was a small desk beneath each loft bed, and a three drawer dresser next to it. There were also small armoires on either side of the door, and a window between the beds.

The right side looked claimed. There were organized things in place; a jewelry box on top of the dresser, a book on top of the desk, and a gray cardigan over the back of the swivel chair. And there were a few pictures pinned up on the wall.

The left side was empty of any personal items. Both beds had white sheets, but that was all.

Tessa set her bag below the loft. Nate put the rest of the bags next to it.

"It's not as nice as your bedroom," he said. "I remember, it was a nice room."

"I don't mind," said Tessa. "It's actually nice in here, too. I could get used to this."

Nate smiled at her. "My Tessie," he said. "Well," he glances around the room, "I'm going to get your uniforms and schedule from the dean's office."

Tessa nodded. "Thanks, Nate."

He nodded and left the room.

Tessa opened the drawers and closet to make sure they were empty before starting to put her things away.

The door opened and Tessa looked up. Nate held a box under his left arm and a disposable coffee cup in his right. "Jet lagged?"

Tessa stood and took the cup gratefully. "Thank you so much."

The door opened and a girl let out a small 'eep!'

The girl was slender, with dark hair and hazel eyes. She was very pretty, but her beauty was marred by the thick, silvery ridged scar which was slashed from the left corner of her mouth to her temple. "Oh," she said, putting her hand on her chest in relief. "You must be Theresa, my new roommate. You gave me quite a scare." She had an English accent.

"Sorry," said Tessa, trying not to stare at her scar.

The girl walked up to Tessa and held out her hand. "Sophie Collins."

Tessa took it. "Tessa Gray. It's nice to meet you."

Sophie smiled. "Likewise."

Jonathan had taken Clary to her new room and left her there. Clary put her things on the right side of the room, for the left was definitely already claimed. There were pieces of clothing on the floor, hanging out of the dresser and closet, hanging over the side of the loft bed, and over the back on the chair. There were things all over the desk, and the white sheets were a tumble on the left side bed.

Clary opened the dresser drawer and began organizing her clothes in.

The door opened and Clary looked over. Her eyes widened as she saw a very attractive boy staring at her. The boy had blonde hair and gold eyes, and Clary briefly forgot how to breath.

"You're not Isabelle," said the boy, "where is she?"

"Um..." Clary blinked. "I'm sorry, who's Isabelle?"

"That would be me," said a girl who came out from behind the boy. She was pretty. She had long, straight black hair and black eyes, and she was tall, too. "Don't mind him," she gestured to the boy. "I assume you're my new roommate?"

"Clary Morgenstern," said Clary, composing herself.

"Isabelle Lightwood," said the girl. "Jace, you may have to stop barging in now. You'll have to knock first."

Clary was surprised to find a tiny twinge of disappointment when she realized he must be Isabelle's boyfriend.

The boy rolled his eyes at Isabelle. "You aren't even going to introduce me? God, you're rude." He turned to Clary and gave a crooked smile. "Jace Lightwood, nice to meet you."

Lightwood, Clary thought, same last name. "Lightwood?"

"We're siblings," said Isabelle.

Clary's eyes widened. "Oh. I didn't know. You don't really..."

"Look alike?" Isabelle finished. "He was adopted."

"Ah." Clary nodded.

The door opened again, and Jonathan paused, holding a box. "Jace?" He glanced at Isabelle. "I guess our sisters are roommates."

Clary looked at the box. "Are you moving in, too, then?" Clary's voice wasn't a pleasant one towards her brother.

Jonathan looked at the box in his arms. He walked over and set in in front of her. "Your uniforms," he said, "you're welcome."

Clary couldn't bring herself to say thank you, so she nodded at him.

Jonathan turned his gaze to Jace. "I'll see you at rugby," he said. He nodded at Isabelle, and left.

Clary then realized that Isabelle and Jace didn't have English accents. "Are you guys American?"

"Originally, yes," said Isabelle. "We're from New York."

Clary's eyes widened. "Me, too."

Jace cleared his throat. "Isabelle, I need you... Out there." he jerked his head in the direction of the door.

"Oh," said Isabelle. She looked at Clary. "I'll see you later."

"This is the cafeteria," said Sophie. "The food is free." She gestured into the room. There were dark brown wooden tables with built in benches. Along the left side, there was a long buffet- currently empty- and along the right, were tons of windows lined up.

"Wow," said Tessa, "it's so... so-"

"Fancy?" Said Nate.

"Yes. Fancy." Tessa smiled.

Sophie had offered to give her a tour of the school, and Tessa accepted gratefully. Nate tagged along. There were very few students wandering around, though. It was mostly just them.

Sophie smiled. "And I'll show you the library, then we're done."

Library, Tessa brightened.

"Tessie here loves books," said Nate. "She spends half her time reading."

"I think it may be more than half," Tessa joked.

Sophie laughed softly.

A boy was walking by in the hall. "Hey, Nate," he said.

"Hey, Jonathan."

Jonathan paused and looked at Tessa. "Who's this?"

"This is my sister, Tessa." Nate gestured to her. "And this is her roommate, Sophie."

Sophie looked slightly uncomfortable, but nodded at him.

Jonathan's gaze turned back to Tessa. He smirked. "I think we'll let her off- but only because she's your sister."

"Thanks," said Nate.

Tessa blinked. "'Let me off'?"

"It's tradition," said Jonathan.

"Newcomer gets a special surprise," said Nate. "It's a wide range of things- pranks, mostly."

Jonathan chuckled. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Tessa. I bid you farewell." And then he was gone.

"I heard his sister has come this year, too," said Nate, "although he dislikes her. I'm a little worried now."

Tessa bit her bottom lip. This was going to be just like her high school in New York, wasn't it?

I'm working on making my titles suck less, what do you think of this one?

There were minimal changes to the chapter.

Huh. This is actually less terrible than I remember. Anyone disagree?

Tell me what you thought! And if I should continue, of course.

I'll see you soon!

-Wisterian Princess